Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.